I'm tired of American socialite culture   God, it makes me sick   I've got so much fire burning down inside   The time has come to face the truth and bring about a change      I don't care about all your books and magazines   All these new evolving scenes or plastic teenage dreams   Want to sing for all the angry kids up on the block   The kids are fighting dope, the people time forgot      These are the things that stir my soul, impassion me to sing   Got so much frustration, really starting to sting   See so many faults, got things to vent and lose   All fed up with everything so this is what I choose      We have had enough   The time has come to call their bluff      This is a battle cry for the common people   The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle   We're singing this song for all of the common people   Who've given up so much and gotten back so little      And another thing that bothers me is the black gold gang   And how they use the poor   With arrogance and lies, all those fake smiles   The time has come to call them out, so let the gloves come off      Us lower kids get stuck inside a rich man's war   Seems like less about the freedom and more like mining the world   And we're not born of entitlement, we hump down in the dirt   Sometimes it makes us wonder what we're really fighting for      These are things that light my fuse and make me wonder why   Losing my grip on the handle, off it I might fly   See so many faults, got things to vent and lose   All fed up with everything so this is what I choose      We have had enough   The time has come to call their bluff      This is a battle cry for the common people   The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle   We're singing this song for all of the common people   Who've given up so much and gotten back so little      Got a lot on my mind, too much something I think   Pretty damn opinionated, make me swim or sink   Should I give up, close my mouth for good?   Go back to work, I should... hell no!      This is a battle cry for the common people   The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle   We're singing this song for all of the common people   Who've given up so much and gotten back so little      Got no more to talk about, this is where we are   Not a damn expert, only sing what's in my heart   This is what we have today and this is what we do   And if you don't like it, FUCK YOU!